V3 Chapter 80

Cian was pounding into her hard and fast while at the same time keeping an iron grip on both of her breasts, slobbering all over them while he pumped his thick cock into her pussy over and over again. His cock swelled, now even harder, thicker, straining, and he fucked her faster.

Amadea responded with quiet grunts, her hands pulling his ass, her hips rising to meet his, his groin slapping against her clit. Pressure built and built and built until it was almost painful, his cock straining, so fucking hard.

Cian stroked into her, gripping her sexy ass, fucking her, fucking her, the promise of ecstasy blossoming. Then Amadea took her over the top. Amadea squealed at the top of her lungs as another orgasm hit, causing her body to shudder and her pussy convulse around the pistoning pillar that was pillaging her pussy.

Her face flushed red as she moaned in desperate pleasure, tossing her head from side to side, stabbing her shoulders back against the bed. Drool bubbling between her tightly clenched teeth as she bucked her hips up and down. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his penis.

She moaned ceaselessly as his shaft seemed to grow larger inside her. Or maybe she was simply squeezing him. It didn’t matter. Nothing did but the explosions of pleasure rocking her.

Cian felt her climax on his cock. The gorgeous alraune let out a loud cry of pleasure, her body responding to her orgasm and he lost it.

Cian couldn't hold it back anymore. Her moving and squeezing walls of heavenly meat felt so good that he could not make himself stop from exploding. And finally, the dam broke.

With a flash of pure bliss, he thrust, buried his aching erection deep inside her, and came hard, semen tearing up his swelling shaft and exploding out into her, his body freezing, pleasure thundering in, ecstasy slammed into him!

He swore and his body jerked and heaved as he came.

The load was massive.

Cian ground his cock hard as the thick fluid filled her. Every inch of his monster was buried inside her tender walls, and now, every drop of his cum was dumping out deep into her body.

Amadea groaned as she felt the surging of his love seed into her tight canal. Her face was covered with pure bliss.

She loved how it pulsed as it painted her walls white with the heated pearly fluid. When she felt the seventh discharge, it made her think that Cian must have needed to have an orgasm because she felt so much being injected into her that she felt full beyond measure with his life-giving rod hilted to her core.

She felt him shuddered again, his seed so warm, as it continued pouring into her. It’s strange, ignoring that instinctive, primitive alarm at the feeling of it pushing so deep within her and her body somehow milking each dredge of him. His trembling, groaning body can't possibly fill her any more than she already is.

With a deep groan, he pulled back and shoved deep again, body froze as a larger spurt erupted into her tight, heavenly vagina, hot wetness flooding his crown. His erection swelling to the point of pain, heart racing, climaxing hard, straining, spurting, oh God cumming, cumming.

Cian groaned again and ground his pelvis against hers. He gave one final groan before he collapsed. Amadea lay there totally exhausted and replete. And more content than she'd ever been in her entire life. Her body was sprawled open and naked, and she just didn’t care.

She was with the man she loved most truly in the world, and he was marking her, filling her with his seed of love -there’s nothing as satisfying and blissful as this.

She panted. Exhausted. But her face was beaming with life and happiness. She lies with him, feels him breathe, feels him seep, slick and thick down her thighs when their bodies must eventually separate. He smells of cedar and cologne, of sweat, cum, and her sap, the musky bittersweetness of their bodies.

... …

“Aah, god, I missed that…”

This time, Cian was the one who said it, his expression a mix of thrill, joy, and satisfaction.

“...you’re not the only one,”

Amadea giggled.

Cian turned to look at her in the weak light filtering from the magic stone that has been embedded on the wall of the cavern. Her face was slightly flushed. She smiled, her eyes were so red.

God, even naked she was a classy, beautiful lady!

“...and me,” she said before she turned towards the side where a certain someone standing with a flushed face.

Regina was fidgeting, not knowing what she should do, on her hand was a porcelain bowl, clearly the medicine for him.

She was wearing a brown robe, with a simple top underneath.

They didn’t know how long had she been there, but clearly a bit longer than imagined.

If one looks closely, a clear substance was already dripping in between her soft and slender thighs.

Even across the room, Cian could perceive the wetness and smell of her sex. His softening manhood immediately prepared for another battle, and rose up, seemly declaring its will to fight again, until the last one standing.

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Amadea giggled. Then, she turned and embraced him. Her tongue parted his lips as she explored his mouth. His erection straining again, pressing against her soft mound with the surprising pleasure he felt.

A few meters away Regina began to respond to their passion. She began to sigh and breathe heavier. Her skin flushed slightly and began to grind her soft, slender thighs against each other as she stood, watching with staring intent.

Breaking the kiss, a soft sensuous kiss she found unusually exciting, Amadea caressed his cheek with her thumb and, looking deeply into his beautiful eyes, seductive eyes, before kissing the tip of his nose.

“...it’s not only me you owe, Cian,” she said, smiling, inhaling his sweet and sexy aroma before standing.

Amadea walks toward Regina. She flicked her gaze at the latter and smiled adoringly. Held by her loving gaze, Regina’s eyelids flickered and drooped. Her eyes took on a glazed look and she visibly relaxed.

“The, the medicine you’ve ask is done,” she said.

“Is that so? Let me see?”

Amadea took the bowl of green liquid from her and inspected it carefully. Her expression was completely different from the vulgar, and lust-covered face she had just a few moments ago.

She had always been the same, nothing is important for her than Cian’s well-being. She dipped her finger on the green and placed it on her tongue. Meanwhile-

“Hello, Regina,”

Cian look at Regina and greeted her.

“Master… I’m happy that you’re awake,”

“Yeah, thank you for your care…and also, I’m sorry for making you worry,”

Regina bit her lips and sobbed.

She clenched her fists and without hesitation run towards him, a momentum as if she was scrambling for the last lifeboat off of a sinking ship, she threw herself at him with a force that almost knocked him backward.

Displaying his incredible reflexes even at the unexpected event, Cian immediately caught her.

Throwing one arm around her and another behind himself so he didn’t fall completely onto his back, he landed squarely on his bum and braced as she climbed into his lap, throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.

“Master…Master, I’m glad you’re alive, alive, safe… Master…!”

She was crying, her face filled with tears of relief, calling his name.

Cian smiled gently and hug her back, stroking lovingly over her hair. He wasn’t sure if he was even conscious of the fact that he’d started rocking her gently. She looked so tiny in his long arms.

After a while of comfort, calm slowly returned.

Cian felt her little heart through her back gradually settle and tremors subside. She sighed deeply, exhaling her warm breath against his neck. Arms wrapping around him tightened.

Cian pulled back slightly, dropping his hand from her hair to her cheek with a tenderness anyone who knew him as Cian Cahlo or Aanuel the Demon Prince would surely be shocked, and turn over in disbelief.

“I’m alright…and I told you, I will be,”

His voice dropped to the merest whisper.

“Didn’t I promised you?”

“Hmmm, but, but Master… watching you suffer makes me feel pain as well. If only I can take your place and bear the pain instead, but I can’t…I can only watch, watch in silence as you suffer…”

As she speaks, her grip tightened around him, and before she could even finish her words, Cian kissed her, the barest brush of lips across her temple, before he buried his face in her mass of wildly curling hair.

“I’m fine, okay… no need to beat yourself over it,” he said gently.

“I said before if you cry like this, it hurts me as well… have you forgotten that? Or do you want me hurt again?”

“No,”

Regina immediately shook her head.

He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss to her lips again, then another - his full mouth lingering on hers with each pass.

Cian felt he could spend hours, days, kissing this woman.

She was so warm and her scent filled his nostrils when he was this close, making his head spin. Completely different from his obsession with Amadea, she was…comfort?

A peaceful, normal kind of relationship he never had before.

Something like love with a normal, ordinary girl...a normal kind of thing for an average man.

And by the way, with all these crazy chicks around him, having a normal girl is a plus- an addicting sense of tranquility and comfort, one that is far out from usual extraordinary.

That’s why he wanted her.

This red-haired woman, who's named is Regina.

She’s simple, just like how his love for her. But this simplicity is addicting and very rare.

Lifting his hand to brush his fingertips lovingly down her warm cheek, Cian deepened the kiss for the merest second - torturing himself with the taste and feel of her tongue against his own- before pulling back and gazing into her impossibly intelligent eyes.

They glittered up at him with such love and trust that he couldn’t help wondering for the millionth time how he’d gotten this lucky. Though he actually forced himself with her, the miracle of her submitting to him wholeheartedly was still something he could hardly believe.

Yeah, even now, it still floored him that he could do this.

Lifting his hand again to gently brush her hair back from her forehead, he smiled softly down at her.

“Then, don’t cry anymore, ok?”

He said softly.

Regina, dazed from the loving kiss, nodded her head almost subconsciously, before blushing and burrowing her face against his naked chest in shame.

Amadea looks at them with a gentle smile.

"The mixing is good enough, but it’s not complete. I still need to finish this, so Regina, why don’t you play around with Cian while I’m at it. Play to your heart’s content, and even with his injuries, don’t give him mercy- do it as much as how he had made you worry, he won’t die with just that,” she grinned with a mischievous glint.

“...okay, Mistress, I will,”

Regina, after calming down, finally raised her head, her face somewhat messy with wet tears on her face.

Amadea nodded her head with a playful smile before walking towards the nearby couch.

“Master…”

Regina raised her gaze and stared at Cian’s face. Everything became quiet as they looked into each other's eyes. For them, it seemed as if the world had stopped and maybe it had.

Then, without saying another word, or perhaps knowing that it was not needed anymore, they leaned against each other, and they kissed again, and it was not a slow, tender thing, but a thing born of need.

Not the need for lust, but the need to feel safe and wanted.

At least, that was true for Regina.

The heady scent of her smell filled his nostrils and he inhaled it. It seemed to waft into his lungs and up to his brain until his entire being was intoxicated by the musky fragrance. He stroked her heart-shaped face, and his tongue slipped in past her guardian teeth and joyfully united with hers.